#CleaningHouseNovel #RainbowSnippets Fifty-Nine 8/18: Jammies

Welcome to this week’s installment of Rainbowsnippets*! This one is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read, so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.

I’m sharing again from Cleaning House. The novel is an Appalachian-set Contemporary/ Paranormal Fantasy where the past and the present are blended with a healthy dose of granny magic. The mountains are alive, and a little moonshine can cure what ails you.

My blog tour is over, and things are settling back into normality. I’m liking the quiet, but  I’m recording for the BiCast podcast today and I’ll be appearing at a local Pride event next month. Local queer author… I need a t-shirt saying that. Wait, I’ve seen them before. (trods off in search of said t-shirt)

The Setup: Cent’s upset because she’s just lost one of her two part-time jobs, so it’s her friend Betty to the rescue. (Note: The section in yellow comes from last week’s snippet.)

     Betty grabbed Cent’s hand to bring it to her chest. “You’re going to be okay, baby doll.”  

     “Not if I can’t pay my rent.” Cent knocked her head against Betty’s shoulder. “Dammit!”

     “Come on. Let’s go home.” Betty wrapped her arm around Cent’s shoulders, guiding her back to the apartment and up the stairs to the third floor where they lived at opposite ends of the hall. “Go put your stuff away, including your phone. Put your jammies on and get to my place. I’ll peel off my face and get comfy while you do.” She gave Cent a nudge toward her apartment. “Go on.”

     “All right.” Cent hung her head. “See you in a few.”

     “You better.” Betty stood in the hall watching until Cent’s door swung shut.

I think we all need a friend like Betty. I know I have a time or three in my life.


Centenary Rhodes is an old soul with a well-traveled name, but she doesn’t know this yet.

Growing up in southern Appalachia wasn’t easy, so Cent left home as soon as she could, but the post-collegiate happiness she’d expected has never occurred. She can’t find a decent date, much less find that special someone and, after losing her job in a corporate downsize, she’s struggling to meet her most basic needs. Her car has been repossessed, her bills are piling up, and her questionable North Chicago neighborhood is dangerous to navigate.

Returning home to Hare Creek, Tennessee, never crosses Cent’s mind until her Great Aunt Tess contacts her with an offer she can’t refuse. The family’s southern Appalachian homestead must be sold, and Aunt Tess needs someone to clean it up. Cent will have access to Aunt Tess’ garden and truck and can live on the homestead rent-free for as long as it takes. A part-time job is waiting for her as well.

It’s a chance to solve some of Cent’s financial woes, but will her return be enough when evil sets its sights on Embreeville Mountain and the homestead?

Cleaning House is a carefully woven Appalachian tapestry of granny magic, haints, elementals, and the fantastic diversity of the human condition – served with a delicious side of fries and a generous quart of peach moonshine.

Ready to read more from Cleaning House? You can do so HERE and/or order the ebook version HERE or at other online book retailers. There’s a link to the print version on the same page if you’d druther.

*RainbowSnippets is a safe and welcoming space for LGBTQIA+ authors, readers, and bloggers to share 6 sentences each week from a work of fiction—published or in-progress—or a book recommendation. Feel free to join in!


  1. Betty is one of my favorite characters ever. I love her so much. Hm…I had a dream about her last night, that she was an actual person and I met her. I didn’t quite make the connection when I first woke up, though.

    Also, I really need a shirt that says “local queer author” for next year’s Pride. That’s just awesome.

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    • I sooo wish Betty was an actual person. Cent too, for that matter. It’s funny how we sometimes dream about our own and other people’s characters. If I dream my own characters, it’s means they have something to tell me. If I dream someone else’s, it’s wishful thinking.

      Thanks for thinking enough of Betty for her to slip into your dreams.

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